*After waking and realizing that Gideon had spent the night in the lab working and never came back to our quarters; I lie in bed for a few minutes thinking about my mate and how his guilt and obsession over the escape has made him into an even greater workaholic than he was. Sitting up too quickly my head begins to swim, but this time I recover faster and am clam. I don’t want my blood bond with Gideon to alert him to the fact that I need to feed, I want to give him the time and space he needs to figure out for himself that he was not to blame for what has occurred. I take a deep breath and get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to take a shower. Once I am dressed and feeling a little bit better I head out of my room and down to the kitchen to get something to eat*
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